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The frost is on the ground.
There is a nip in the air.
I bundle up to face the day.
Hard to believe that Christmas is on its way.
The cold reminds me of how it is in my own bedroom.
The cold reminds me of how dead my spouse has killed the love we had.
What am I to do to warm things between he and I again?
Is it even worth the trouble?
Time will tell.